December 12th, 2005


Misc. Updatery vs. Mechagodzilla

Home. Sick. The Child is very sick, so we're both going to the doctor this morning. Trying to get some work done, as I have too big a workload to spend a couple of days in bed this week, but as it turns out, something like a dozen people at the office have this too -- looks like I picked a heck of a week to go to Omaha.

Too muddle-headed to write today, and my throat is really killing me. I did finish reading George R.R. Martin's A Feast For CrowsClarkesworld Books | Amazon ] last night. Continued oddities of time scale, as previously complained, though he's internally consistent. I did reread the first three so this one would make more sense to me, and I note around the third volume he started throwing off a few lines on the order of "8,000 years unless you accept Maester So-and-so's dating, in which case it's 3,000 years." Also continued comments on breast size, which I'd never noticed until aimeempayne pointed it out.

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What I really like about this series is that it's more like reading The Guns of August or something by Michener than it is like reading a classic post-Tolkein high fantasy. This is history, of an imaginary place, rather than fantasy per se.

Time keeps on slipping into the cracks

Doctor saw the Child 95 minutes after our scheduled appointment. Apparently they've launched a new patient management system as of this week, and it's balky. Child entered manic phase during consultation, flew around exam room and furniture much like a howler monkey in a cage, including standing up in a window casing with her head in the suspended ceiling.

Went to the post office to pick up my mail which accumulated during my Omaha trip. New gal working window doesn't know me, and there were 8 or 10 people in line with armloads of packages. Had to leave.

Went to the pharmacy to pick up the Child's prescription. Neither of the forms the doctor recommended (chewable or liquid) were available, the pills are horse pills the Child will have a lot of trouble choking down. Will have to come back tomorrow to pick up liquid scrip.

There went 2-1/2 hours of my day, with very little accomplished. And I'm still sicker than hell. (The doctor wound up examining *me* while she was talking to the Child.)

Wisdom of the Child

The Child on Shrek: "The dragon doesn't really have a part, does she? She just breathes fire and roars a lot."

The Child on Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang: "That's not your favorite car? Oh, Dad."

The Child on the embarassment of having parents: "I'm embarassed of you, Dad. You're fat, you have too much hair, you talk funny. And Mom. She dresses funny, and she talks funny too."

Ah, parenthood.